It is not the black child's language that is in question, it is not his language that is despised: It is his experience. The range (and reign) of accents on that damp little island make England coherent for the English and totally incomprehensible for everyone else. Language, also, far more dubiously, is meant to define the other--and, in this case, the other is refusing to be defined by a language that has never been able to recognize him. Lyrics: I'm still on your Netflix / Girl, I know you love me / Even though your parents / They don't fucking trust me / They probably all right though / I know I'm an asshole / No reply to But each has paid, and is paying, a different price for this "common" language, in which, as it turns out, they are not saying, and cannot be saying, the same things: They each have very different realities to articulate, or control. Why not me? This determination also feeds the flames in Ireland for among the many indignities the Irish have been forced to undergo at English hands is the English contempt for their language. starts and ends within the same node. You been searchin' from here to singapore Ain't it time that you noticed the girl next door baby Why not me? Blacks came to the United States chained to each other, but from different tribes: Neither could speak the other's language. Why not me when the nights get cold What joins all languages, and all men, is the necessity to confront life, in order, not inconceivably, to outwit death, Provencal, which resists being described as a "dialect.". A child cannot be taught by anyone whose demand, essentially, is that the child repudiate his experience, makes heroes of so many criminal mediocrities. Why not me Lyrics. Why not me on a rainy day There have been, and are, times, and places, when to speak a certain language could be dangerous, even fatal. Why not me when the nights get cold What joins all languages, and all men, is the necessity to confront life, in order, not inconceivably, to outwit death: The price for this is the acceptance, and achievement, of one's temporal identity. Jazz, for example, is a very specific sexual term, as in jazz me, baby, but white people purified it into the Jazz Age. Why not me when you're growin' old Why not me? Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. It's time to see how good settlin' down could be Baby dont you know this country girls still free It is not the black child's language that is in question, it is not his language that is despised: It is his experience. The argument concerning the use, or the status, or the reality, of black English is rooted in American history and has absolutely nothing to do with the question the argument supposes itself to be posing. Subsequently, the slave was given, under the eye, and the gun, of his master, Congo Square, and the Bible--or in other words, and under these conditions, the slave began the formation of the black church, and it is within this unprecedented tabernacle that black English began to be formed. Why not me when you're growin' old But each has paid, and is paying, a different price for this "common" language, in which, as it turns out, they are not saying, and cannot be saying, the same things: They each have very different realities to articulate, or control. To open your mouth in England is (if I may use black English) to "put your business in the street": You have confessed your parents, your youth, your school, your salary, your self-esteem, and, alas, your future. Why not me to love your cares away You been lookin' for love all around the world Now, no one can eat his cake, and have it, too, and it is late in the day to attempt to penalize black people for having created a language that permits the nation its only glimpse of reality, a language without which the nation would be even more whipped than it is. I say that the present skirmish is rooted in American history, and it is. Baby why not me? Language, incontestably, reveals the speaker. Grandpa (Tell Me ’Bout the Good Old Days). A child cannot be taught by anyone who despises him, and a child cannot afford to be fooled. There was a moment, in time, and in this place, when my brother, or my mother, or my father, or my sister, had to convey to me, for example, the danger in which I was standing from the white man standing just behind me, and to convey this with a speed, and in a language, that the white man could not possibly understand, and that, indeed, he cannot understand, until today. If two black people, at that bitter hour of the world's history, had been able to speak to each other, the institution of chattel slavery could never have lasted as long as it did. Ain't it time that you noticed the girl next door baby An annotation cannot contain another annotation. people of a country that has managed to learn so little. Why not me? Now, I do not know what white Americans would sound like if there had never been any black people in the United States, but they would not sound the way they sound. (And, if they cannot articulate it, they are submerged.) Why not me? So that, for example, though it is not taught in the schools (and this has the potential of becoming a political issue) the south of France still clings to its ancient and musical Provencal, which resists being described as a "dialect." If Black English Isn’t a Language, Then Tell Me, What Is? BTS - N.O (English Translation) Lyrics: A good house, a good car, will these things bring happiness? Now, I do not know what white Americans would sound like if there had never been any black people in the United States, but they would not sound the way they sound. This determination also feeds the flames in Ireland for among the many indignities the Irish have been forced to undergo at English hands is the English contempt for their language. Why not me on a rainy day Why not me to love your cares away Why not me? A people at the center of the Western world, and in the midst of so hostile a population, has not endured and transcended by means of what is patronizingly called a "dialect." Why not me on a rainy day A Frenchman living in Paris speaks a subtly and crucially different language from that of the man living in Marseilles; neither sounds very much like a man living in Quebec; and they would all have great difficulty in apprehending what the man from Guadeloupe, or Martinique, is saying, to say nothing of the man from Senegal--although the "common" language of all these areas is French. Why not me when you're growin' old? The argument has nothing to do with language itself but with the role of language. This was not, merely, as in the European example, the adoption of a foreign tongue, but an alchemy that transformed ancient elements into a new language: A language comes into existence by means of brutal necessity, and the rules of the language are dictated by what the language must convey. And much of the tension in the Basque countries, and in Wales, is due to the Basque and Welsh determination not to allow their languages to be destroyed. We, the blacks, are in trouble, certainly, but we are not doomed, and we are not inarticulate because we are not compelled to defend a morality that we know to be a lie.